(Continued from Mytwosentences 162)
Preston moved mummy-like, shock was turning his already sketchy palate to a slightly chewy dust, toward the vacant spot where unmet Mick wasn’t.
As he knelt near the lush green of his missing next door neighbor’s perfectly manicured lawn, another sound, what was this three or four now, boomed from his yet unseen backyard.
Written by Edward Roads
Mytwosentences 
I was reading this and about to comment when your “like” notice came in. Was intrigued with your story 😇
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You are always so wonderfully kind. Thank You very much.
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😇 Thank you ‼️ I call em like I see em ‼️
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Glad to see more from this story! I like it!
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I really appreciate that. Thank You so much.
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You are welcome!
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Edward – multiply MTS times maybe 100K and write a novel – you git a gift my friend.. a gift
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Thank You Brad. I honestly appreciate that.
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Welcome Back TPTC!! Keep on writing Edward. Wonderful! Agree, please write the book. 😊
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Your words put a smile on my face Nelly. Thank You.
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You are great and very creative writer. Always smile Edward. 😊
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Haven’t read your blog in a while. I just added it to my shorter list of favorite bloggers. The long list of everyone I follow has become impossible to follow. I love your 2 sentence posts.
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Thank You so very much for your wonderfully kind words Tessa. I truly appreciate them.
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Your welcome!
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